This was a unique scent.
At first, it was like the stench of filth and decay. The entire Seaweed Universe was gradually rotting away.
It carried the twilight aura of age and decay. Everyone had even believed that, as the cosmic diagram was completed and transformed, the entire universe would head toward utter death. Decades passed, and Saints achieved the Dao one after another, filling in the rules of the universe. The foul stench began fermenting ever more intensely.
The stench was worsening.
The unique reek of filth gradually became the distinctive rot of corpses. Yet this death seemed to be undergoing its final fermentation, transforming slightly, like aged spirits finally brewed to perfection and giving off faint wisps of fragrance.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
The stench intensified. At first, all the Saints found it unbearable, nauseating and revolting, unable to endure such a smell. Yet gradually, they found it pleasant—fragrant, sweet.
It was an extremely mysterious sensation.
Like stinky tofu: once one became accustomed to it, it seemed rich and savory.
When all the Saints finally came back to their senses,
they discovered that the entire Seaweed Universe had turned pitch-black, carrying an intense aura of death. The countless waving tentacles of seaweed resembled an evil octopus.
Draped in a hard, chitinous black cloak, its endless tentacles were like the scythe-wielding Grim Reapers of certain mythological civilizations, carrying indescribable, violent evil and the purest trace of death-rule aura.
And they had become living beings within this "Death God Universe."
Although that deathly intent was enough to destroy and defile everything, it could not destroy them, because they too were the people and descendants of the God of Death.
"What?"
"Unbelievable."
"I thought I had walked into a cesspit and had long prepared myself for sacrifice. Yet I never expected